Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.